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Christian dropped into the chair behind the desk, shuffled papers and waited for his housekeeper to leave before a string of curses fell from his lips With his head in his hands, he considered Mrs Hibbet’s coe Rose too harshly? In truth, he didn’t care if her brother was an earl His reaction steham? And what on earth made Rose believe she loved him?
Christian pressed his fingers to his te tension He couldn’t think about Rose, not now When that didn’t work, he opened the drawer and removed Cassandra’s letters Rose had taken her blue diary, the one she’d used to hide the notes Hisabout him in her little book
Was that why she wanted him to read it?
He shook his head He should stop daydrea which one of the bastards had made him a cuckold
Vulgar was too mild a word to describe the obscene nature of the missives The content failed to rouse any eht The graphic descriptions bore no reseht, too Rose had given everything of herself in that tender ardless of the other lies, the truth existed in every kiss they’d ever shared
On a weary sigh, he continued reading about Cassandra’s ratification Every letter said the sa to lead back to Taylor, Wilmslow or Mr Watson
The knock on the door drew his attention Foster entered the room and walked over to the desk, the silver salver balanced on his palm
“This arrived froy He meant to deliver it yesterday but his wife misplaced the missive”
Christian took the letter from the salver “Thank you, Foster That will be all”
Upon breaking the seal, he looked for a signature and found Rose’s naht the letter to his nose and inhaled, hoping to find a trace of her unique scent, so to stir exciteer over her name, desperate to feel a connection
Rose
He scanned the missive quickly, i, and frowned Various quotes froe, one froiveness At first, he presuy, but then he noticed Rose’s e written at the bottom in a different hand
As you know, otuidance He noted a few passages to reives all sins if repented I hope this exa proves useful in your endeavour to find peace
Forgive me
Rose